It is the first week of classes for the fall semester, and it is time to party! Before I become bogged down with classes and studying, I am going to go out every night and fuck a different guy. Some nights, I will find my way to the frat house. Other nights I will throw on a short skirt or tight jeans and go to the local pub where all the cute guys from my old dorm hang out. Tonight, I want to have a real good time. I get dressed up, perfect makeup, my pearls, a sophisticated cocktail dress and black pumps. I go to a hotel bar with the intention of meeting a sexy older man in town on business. There is a large insurance corporate headquarters here in town, and most of the visitors stay at this hotel. I will attract the hottest man in the bar. He will find me fun and sexy. I will convince him that he should invite me to his room for the night, and he will find so much pleasure in making me cum.

You are the Front Desk Manager of the best luxury hotel in the city. One of your responsibilities is hiring and managing the intern staff. Interns are always breaking the rules. Interns cause you nothing but headaches. You hired me as a summer intern. The other interns seem to have difficulties remembering that they are not guests and the amenities are not for their enjoyment, only paid guests.

You have been keeping a close on my me not because I have been doing naughty things, but because you like the way my curves fill out my front desk uniform. If I wasn’t as curvy, my indiscretion might have slipped past you. It was 3 pm, the end of my shift. You like watching me. You flip your computer screen over to the parking lot security camera. You want to watch me walk to my car. Sometimes, I step between the cars to peel off my uniform and change into a tight top and shorts for the ride home.

Hmm, you wonder where I am. I left the front desk, but I am not in the employee parking garage. You start to go through all the security tapes over the last thirty minutes. You find me on tape. You watch me sneaking around the behind the pool area, past the gym and heading to the locker room. The locker room is for guests only. Maybe your intern had a message for a female guest who was in the ladies locker room, but I have not come out yet. So odd! What would an intern be doing in a locker room for so long? You remember the sauna is in between two locker rooms. No guests use it this early in the day. You need to investigate. You go through the men’s locker room into the sauna. Open the door, and there is your naughty intern, breaking the rules, naked in the sauna.

You should fire me on the spot, but you want me, so you accept my invitation to join me and fuck me in the sauna.

It has been a crazy summer of finding places to fuck my ex-boyfriend. He was my boyfriend from high school. He goes to a different college than I do but we were both home for the summer. It got really crazy for us trying to find places to fuck. We were both back home for the weekend, and we were both super horny for each other. Both of our houses were unavailable for fucking because our parents were home. We did what we did back in high school. Sunday afternoon, we went to the state park about 30 minutes from my house. We fucked in the park under the hot sun. It was fantastic. The bitches he has been fucking in college have taught him a few things. He is a much better fuck today than he was in high school. It has been a great summer!

Sex on the Beach can sound like the best sex. We are on the beach together, almost naked, wet, hot, horny for each other. Sounds like the perfect setting for a steamy sexual rendezvous!

Sex on the Beach is one of my favorite fantasies, but it can a difficult fantasy to fulfill.

The beaches can be so crowded and a girl getting sand inside of her is painful, not sexy at all.

Here is my solution when we want to have sex on the beach!

Slip into a shower room just off the beach! I love shower sex. I love getting a good hard pounding with water pouring over our hot bodies. Maybe just slip my bikini to the side and fuck me hard. I am not really into anyone watching us, but I confess that it does turn me on for others to hear us fucking. Crying out as you make me cum.

When I go out to a club, I don’t like to wear a little black dress. I dress to be noticed by hot guys like you.

I wear bright bold colors. Orange is one of my favorite colors. I like how it looks on my dark skin and I love how your eyes are drawn to me in my sexy orange dress.

You really can’t take your eyes off of me. You get enough courage to ask me to dance with you. Once on the dance floor, we make it so hot. Our bodies grind together perfectly as if we have been lovers forever. If it is this hot on the dance floor, take me to your bed and let me show you my hottest moves.

The girls in their little black dresses are still waiting for someone to ask them to dance at the club, while my little orange dress looks fucking amazing on the floor of your bedroom as we fuck the night away.

It got crazy quickly for us today. We were hanging out on the beach together. You were staring at my tits and you were flirting. I have wanted you for a long time. I wore my black bikini because I know you like how it looks on me.

First a compliment, which moved to some playful teasing. You put sunscreen on my back even though I didn’t need it. I kissed you and kissed me back. Then it got really crazy and we had sex on the beach. The only thing between us and the sand was my thin towel.

My hand touching your cock, your hand fingering my wet pussy, and both of us moaning and our bodies aching for more. We both lost control out there on the beach. We had sex and you came inside of me. Well, your cum in me feels fantastic, but unfortunately, now I have sand where sand does not belong.

After our sexy beach encounter, I head to the shower room. You follow me. There is no one else there. I invite you inside to watch me. You rub your hands all over my ass and you get hard again.

I was walking along the beach at sunset and noticed a couple of guys fishing along the shoreline. One was so hot! I love sexy fishermen.

I stopped to chat and flirt a little. Then, he hooked a fish and his fishing pole bent forward to the bay. Looked like a big fish. I stood by and watched him, chatted and encouraged him. I think he was as interested in my curves as he was his catch at the end of the fishing pole. As he was slowly reeling in his fish, he invited me to have dinner with him if it was something good. I didn’t answer. I just responded with a sexy smile.

All of the sudden, the fight was over. He easily reeled in his line. He pulled in a beautiful, but half-eaten fish. A small shark stole my dinner.

My new guy said that he was going to call it a night and started to pack up his gear. He had enough fishing, but he still wanted to spend time with me tonight. Should I stay or should I go with him?

I flirted a little and teased him, but I was in the mood to be seduced. I really made him work for me, but he “caught me” when he offered to massage every inch of my body all night long. He took me back to his place where we took a hot shower together. As promised, he massaged me before he went down on me.

I went to the lake today. Wore my hot new little bikini for the first time. I went with my girlfriends. There was a group of guys (hot guys) hanging out. Of course, the girls and I flaunted our tight little hot bodies in front of them. One of them grabbed me and threw me into the lake. Of course, I acted like I was mad, but I loved the attention. I loved being in his arms.

I swam out a little deeper. He swam up to me. He pulled me back into his arms and I kissed him. We swam around together and started making out in the middle of the lake. I asked him if he wanted to fuck. Of course, he said, “Fuck yes!”

We left our friends and we took his truck. We drove away from the lake to get some privacy. I sucked his cock and he fingered my pussy. We were both naked. Another truck drove by with a couple of old fishermen. I hope that they enjoyed our sexy little sex show.

I am in the middle of an eight-week internship at a Five Star beachfront hotel. I am an intern for the Catering Manager. She is beautiful and very knowledgeable. Great opportunity for me!

On the first day, she gave me a stern warning to stay out of the Head Chef’s way. He is talented and known for his intricate delicious dishes, and his temper tantrums. Also, he hates interns. He views interns as a bother and an intrusion in his kitchen.

One Saturday night, I was onsite for a very beautiful, large wedding reception. The Head Chef carefully orchestrated the dinner behind the scenes to perfection. I watched the staff prepare each course. I watched the guests savor each bite.

Back in the kitchen, I watched from the shadows in awe. The Head Chef is a handsome man and he commanded the respect from his staff as he barked out each command. His staff responded “Yes, Chef!” to each command. I was so impressed with his talent and leadership skills. I also wanted a taste of this truly masterful decadent strawberry and dark chocolate cake dessert that was the final touch for those who wanted something sweet besides wedding cake.

The meal was over and the staff was cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. I thought the Head Chef had left the kitchen for a well-deserved break. I moved from the shadows and started a conversation with the Sous Chef. I graciously praised the staff for the beautiful meal. I passed on the compliments from the guests, and especially the bride and her family. The Chef blushed and thanked me for the feedback. The Sous Chef asked I had had a chance to eat anything. I said that I was working but I did ask if there was any way I could have a taste of that dessert, if I could lick the bowl or something. I made the kitchen staff laugh, but then the room got very quiet. The Head Chef walked back into the kitchen and heard my request to lick the bowl.

Oh Damn! I was afraid that I was going to be fired on the spot and have to repeat this internship all over again at a different hotel. I was warned that to stay out of his way and here I asking for taste, asking if I could lick the bowl. He must be so mad, so insulted.

Everyone was afraid to speak. The Head Chef walked up to me. He looked me up and down. Oh, I felt naked as I stood in my evening gown, feeling so vulnerable. His dark eyes pierced my heart. He sensed my fear and took pity on me. He said to the Sous Chef, “Get this pretty lady, the lovely intern, Isabelle, my dessert from the walk in. I can’t deny a request from this raven beauty.”

Everyone was stunned. I was shocked that he had taken the time to learn my name. I was afraid it was a cruel joke and he was making fun of me, but the Sous Chef grabbed the only remaining dessert and walked towards me carefully carrying the plated dessert saved for the Head Chef. Just as he was ready to hand it to me, the Head Chef grabbed the plate.

Ok, here it goes. I am done for now! He holds the dessert in front of me, letting me catch an aroma of the chocolate ganache cake and perfectly ripened strawberry dessert. “So you like chocolate, my dear?”

Before I could answer, he said, “This dessert really needs champagne.” He sent for a beautiful bottle of champagne and asked the rest of the staff if their duties were complete for the night. That was his way of telling them to leave for the night.

Now it was just him and me with a beautiful dessert and expensive champagne. He popped the bottle open and poured us each a glass. I wanted to say something but my words failed me. He took a fork to the decadent dessert and fed it to me. It was the most delicious thing that I have ever tasted. It was like a little orgasm in my mouth. He was pleased that I was in love with his desert. He brought the glass of champagne to my lips and told me to take a sip. Next, Chef picked up the whole strawberry and brought it to my lips. He compared the red strawberry to the color of my lips. Then, I took a big bite. Before I could swallow the strawberry, he placed a kiss on my lips. His kiss was as hot as his kitchen. I grabbed him around his waist, and I finally spoke my first words, “Fuck me, Chef. Right here in your kitchen!”

As you know, I am away at college. My Mom and I had a huge fight because I want her to pay for me to go to PCB for Spring Break. All of my girlfriends are going and it is going to be one wicked week of boys and partying.

I am a resourceful girl. I know nice guys like you enjoying helping girls like me. I dress super sexy. I wear a sexy little black dress, red lipstick and black stockings. I go to the most expensive hotel in town. I walk into the bar and order a glass of sauvignon blanc, a classy white wine. If you look classy, order something classy and are away from campus, the bartender is not going ask for an ID.

A very nice man offers to pay for my wine. We start chatting. He is in on town on business. We move from the bar to a very quiet, private table. After flirting and teasing him, I explain my situation about Mom not paying for my trip to Florida for Spring Break. He wants to know how much I need. I blush, and graciously thank him for his generous offer. I show my appreciation by rubbing his cock under the table. He is already hard. I ask him to show me the view from his room. He smiles and takes me to his bed.